"Oh, really," the Lady in Red steps closer to me.

She whips her auburn hair to her back while lowering her chest enough for me to see too much, "You may be stronger, but make no mistake; I'm the one with all the power here," she says.

Damn, lady, I only said no to you. Patroling right now is not what I want to do with my time. There are some pretty boys downstairs I'd like to waste it on instead.

I may be new to this underground, but I hate to be treated like a common hench-woman right off the bat. The Lady in Red is formidable, but as she said, I am stronger. The little quip about having all the power is not extremely frightening to me. Yet, I can respect the truth of it easily enough.

"It's not like I don't know that, Lady Red, but I'm not going to do just any little thing for this little gang of yours. I was lent out for the collaboration and nothing more." It's my turn to whip my hair back, my black raven shade that gleams brighter than her dull rust-colored strains.

She doesn't retaliate as I walk away, but she warns warmly, "Freya the Blue and Gold, make any move on my territory without my permission, and I will own you. Those are his words, not mine."

Idiot, no one owes me. No one has survived to declare such a thing, and no one will get the chance to. Not even him.

The Blue and Golden Maiden, an assassin and mystic mage of the Chronis Table, that's what these birds call me. My flesh is a navy blue embellished in intricate runes of gold. The Elders gave them to me to fortify my strength and intelligence. I have eyes that are iridescent with no irises or pupils. Some call me monstrous, but more than enough men call me Glorious at night to make me forget about such an adjective.

Since the age of ten, I've been an asset to the Table. On occasion, even a crime lord of several different factions. It angers me the more I think about it. The Lady in Red sure is dripping with insolence. My magic smothers and sparks due to the itch I have. I'd like nothing better than to go back and fast-forward her time until she's bone and dust.

To do so would anger many allies and make life difficult for me. I'm not the type to love hardship, so she gets to be spared for now. But I won't forget my anger. The wicked grin on my face represents the approval to kill her when the opportunity arises.

Although, she does deserve some respect. She has great taste when it comes to company. It's time to play with them downstairs.

Firstly, I have to change. In the spacious suite that the Lady so courteously set apart for me is a wardrobe filled to capacity with gowns and armor. The green ball gown with the loose chest, tight waist, and slit down the middle on my left leg is great for tonight. It shimmers and twinkles in the mirror underneath the light.

My breasts fill out the top fully, but the design shows my cleavage seductively well. The fact it's a green gown makes my dark blue skin pop out brilliantly. Now I'm just styling my black raven hair into a high society braided bun. Lastly, I just got to pick between the red heels or the pink ones.

Pink works better. Besides, these are booties, and that means a nail dagger fits perfectly in one or both. Not that I'm expecting any need for weaponry tonight, but I've been wrong too many times before. When I was a nobody, I was seriously green and worthless, but now look at me. Always ready to take a life with tactic and grace. I'm so well known for it now, and I hold something equally as strong as power.

I hold respect.

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- by AstridG - Got to stop when I know it'll be another work of mine haha-